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    “That’s not it.” Tamara shook her head. “Today’s schedule was packed. She had several emotionally heavy scenes. She spent extra time rehearsing and preparing. That’s why she didn’t get around to eating.”


    “Why is she pushing herself like that?”


    Though it sounded like a scolding, Eric’s voice was heavy with concern. He shook his head. “It’s not like she needs to work to support a household…”


    He nced at Tamara. “I understand. You should go and have some rest.”


    “Alright, Mr. Scott.”


    In the bedroom, Hadley sat beside Joy, reading softly from a picture book. The little girl’s eyes had already begun to droop.


    Outside the door, someone entered quietly.


    Eric stepped in and nced toward the bed. Joy, still half-awake, managed a small greeting.


    “Hello, Eric.”


    “Hi, Joy.”


    Eric then looked at Hadley and motioned toward the door. He kept his voice low. “I’ll stay here with her. You should go to the dining room.”


    “Why?” Hadley asked, confused.


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    He didn’t offer an exnation. Instead, he reached for her hand and gently pulled her up, then sat beside Joy in her ce. He gave her a small wave. “Go on.”


    Why the rush?


    Not wanting to disturb Joy, who was barely awake, Hadley didn’t argue. She stepped out and closed the door quietly behind her.


    As she headed downstairs, the smell of food drifted toward her, warm andforting.


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    Her stomach growled. Loud enough for one of the servants by the table to hear.


    “Good evening, Miss Pearson,” the servant said kindly, smiling.


    “Good evening.” Hadley returned the smile. “Do you work in the south wing?”


    When she first moved in, Eric had introduced her to the entire staff. He said it was important for her to recognize everyone—just in case someone with ill intentions tried to slip in unnoticed.


    But this servant… she didn’t recognize him. She was sure they hadn’t met before.


    “No.” The man smiled and shook his head. “You’ve got sharp eyes, Miss Pearson. I’m the chef from the main house. Mr. Scott asked me to steam a fish for you. It’s ready now.” He gestured toward the table.


    “Please, have a seat.” He pulled out a chair for her.


    “Thank you.” Hadley sat down.


    The servant removed the cover from the dish. “This was made exactly how Mr. Scott requested. Please enjoy.”


    “Thank you.”


    “I’ll take my leave now.”


    “Alright. Thank you for the trouble.”


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